Sunday, February 28, 2021

Exposing the Brainwashed

I’m not a liberal by any means. Just look at the jokes I publish. Hell, I’m surprised the cancel-culture-crowd hasn’t crucified me yet. That being the case, I did not buy an electric car because I care so much about the environment. I don’t really give two shits about the environment other than those places where I personally live and visit. I didn’t just fall off the turnip wagon either. My decision to buy a used electric car was based on financial benefits, reliability aspects, and some impressive performance characteristics.

While the cost to purchase a brand new EV often negates any financial benefit, a used EV typically depreciates to the point that it isn’t really any different in the purchase price of a comparable gas powered vehicle. By carefully selecting a used EV, saving money on gas is a very real benefit.

And my LEAF has demonstrated this point quite nicely. My previous car got lousy mileage, but if you wanted a break-even cost comparison, a comparable gas powered car would have to get around 68mpg. How did I come by that number? If you look at my monthly electric usage year over year, it has been fairly consistent, where last February’s usage was only 19KWh more than the previous year. This past month I used 253 more KWh than last year. It added a cost of about $22, and I drove a little over 600 miles. Gas is hovering around $2.50 a gallon, so 22/2.5 would be like buying 8.8 gallons of gas, and 600/8.8 is about 68mpg. That’s a little better than even a new $25K Prius.

The biggest downside I’ve encountered concerns getting the vehicle serviced. I can’t take this to my usual mechanic, and apparently not all dealerships can work on it either. While obviously the range of a 2016 30KWh LEAF can be a problem, it really isn’t. For over a decade, I’ve had a two vehicle household, and now the one I use as a daily commuter is electric. If I need my GMC truck, I take my GMC truck. (Hint: I almost never need the truck.)

The other downside is the acidic nature of a certain demographic when they realize the car is an electric vehicle.

And that brings us to today’s actual topic. I am not ranting to defend electric vehicles. I’m ranting about the brainwashed minds of a particular demographic. I say “brainwashed” because they all follow an eerily similar script. They always parrot the exact same talking points and frequently use identical phrasing and terminology. It’s like they memorized lines that came out of the talk radio pundits or the pundits on OANN, FOX News, and the never-ending slew of right wing propaganda outlets. (Yes, I’m going there.)

With a somewhat stone-faced glare, they will utter this phrase as if Pavlov himself had just rung a bell: “That’s great, but I don’t think something like that would ever work for me.” In the month and a half since I bought this car, I have heard this line from at least a dozen people. OK. I get it, but then they feel the need to further elaborate their position.

“I need to be able to travel in my vehicle.” (Yeah, electric cars are only good for 20 miles and then you have to throw them away or something…)

“What do you do if you if there’s an emergency and you need to go help a relative who lives in another state?” (Send flowers to their funeral?)

“How are you going to be able to drive that thing in the snow?” (Seriously? The traction control handles better than the 4WD on my truck.)

“You know my [acquaintance of a relative] had an electric car, and they had all sorts of trouble with it.” (And nobody ever has trouble with a gas powered car?)

“We’ll see how much you like it when you see your next electric bill.” (I still like it… a lot.)

“You know they’re not as Eco friendly as they say they are.” (Since when have you been an environmentalist?)

“What’s the difference between burning gasoline in your car and burning coal at the electric company?” (Coal is cheaper.)

“If everyone had one of those things, I don’t see how our electrical grid could keep up with the demand.” (And I guess the electric company never had to deal with new technologies or growing populations that added to the electrical load.)

“Did you know more CO2 is released during the manufacture of an electric car than for a conventional gas powered vehicle?” (And now you’re suddenly worried about global warming?)

“They say lithium mining is a lot worse for the environment than gas powered vehicles.” (Now you’re trying to be an environmentalist again! What’s your point?)

“Just ask Texas what they think about those electric cars right now.” (I’m not going to speak for people who had to go through a hardship like that. See David Murray’s video for some insight. He is an actual Texan who was hit hard by the recent winter storm, and he can explain it a lot better than I can.)

The longer they talk, the more hostile they become, especially if I try to correct any of their misinformed assumptions. There is remarkably little variation in the wording from person to person as well. They are also likely to sprinkle in a few comments about how they think liberals are trying to force people into electric cars. Bonus points if they bring up AOC, Pelosi, or George Soros. It is like a well rehearsed script, and every line is delivered in a tone that implies their sixth grade education is somehow better informed than all those “stupid liberals”. They also act as though their “logic” is going to deliver a crushing blow to my enthusiastic satisfaction with my new vehicle.

The weirdest part is how most of the everyday people just think it is a neat car, but these “crusaders” suddenly feel like they have to win this duel for their honor. (“Must own the libs!”) It’s really kind of sad. Here is a functional commuter car that costs a fraction to operate compared to the traditional gasoline engine, and this barrel full of crabs is so blinded by their brainwashed induced rage that they can’t see the obvious practical benefits.

Of course the pithy comments some of them utter as they walk past my desk are sadly not very creative either. Usually it’s some variation on having an affinity for the color green, or being affectionate with a tree. Most of them have learned to keep their mouths shut by now, but sometimes they just can’t seem to help themselves, and I have to bring up some unpleasant decisions they made in their own pasts.

I really am saddened by the number of people who get hateful over this car. It has done nothing to deserve this disparagement from this particular demographic, and for a group that seemingly lacks any fundamental understanding about the nature of the universe, they certainly have a highly developed opinion about a car that no one has ever asked them to buy. (Seriously, it’s like pulling teeth to get a dealership to sell you an electric car.) The fact that their opinions and beliefs are so consistent is evidence that this isn’t an accidental conclusion or even a well researched personal analysis that these people have stumbled upon. These opinions have been drummed into them till they chant them in unison like the mindless mob they’ve become.

It is just a fucking car, but it has the unexpected property of exposing something very dark and sinister. These are people who no longer take the time to examine and trust what is actually in front of them. They believe the propaganda over their own senses and lack the ability to reason and think for themselves. They are compromised by their twisted political religion. They live with damaged brains infected by a poisonous ideology that will only be relieved by the inevitable passing of time and the passing of men.

 

The LEAF replaced my rusty old ’97 Plymouth Breeze. The oil pump was failing, and I couldn’t see sinking that much money into saving it. There is no denying I got my money’s worth out of that Breeze, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sentimental about the long journey we spent together.

I remember at one point it looked like there was no hope for that car. It was running like crap, so I went out and bought another vehicle. That’s when I got my truck.

For some reason I didn’t trade in the Breeze back then. It was about six months later when I took it to my mechanic and asked him to take a look at it. I told him I thought it was likely a lost cause, but “just see if there was anything that could be done”. He called back and gave me a surprisingly low repair cost, and urged me to consider it. He quoted one of his mechanics who was working on the car as saying, “For what it is, it’s not in bad shape.”

I drove that car for another 9 years, and believe me when I tell you that when I traded it in, I almost cried saying goodbye to it.


Kudos

Thank you anonymous donor(s) for the jokes. You may contribute more of them on
the submission page, and while the queue is quite full for the next couple months, I will be more than happy to add the submissions without complaint.

(Honestly, I don’t even read the jokes anymore. I’ve already heard them all.)

Pax,

-f2x

Dentist Appointment

Mike and Carol are doing 69 when Mike remembers he has a dentists appointment in an hour. Quickly he brushes his teeth and then chews breath mints on the drive over. He chews gum in the waiting room. When his name is called he’s confident his breath no longer smells like pussy. After he seats himself the dentist leans over to inspect his teeth.” Did you 69 your girl before coming here”, the dentist asks. “Why, does my breath like pussy”, Mike asks.
“No, your forehead smells like shit”.

Dogs at the Vet

Three Labrador retrievers — one brown, one yellow and one black, were sitting in the waiting room at the vet’s office when they struck up a conversation.
The black lab turned to the brown one and said, “So why are you here.”
The brown lab replied, “I’m a pisser. I piss on everything, the sofa, the drapes, the cat, the kids. But the final straw was last night when I pissed in the middle of my owner’s bed.”
The black lab said, “So what is the vet going to do?”
“Gonna give me Prozac,” came the reply from the brown lab. “All the vets are prescribing it. It works for everything.”
The black lab then turned to the yellow lab and asked, “Why are you here?”
The yellow lab said, “I’m a digger. I dig under fences, dig up flowers and trees, I dig just for the hell of it. When I’m inside, I dig up the carpets. But I went over the line last night when I dug a great big hole in my owner’s couch.”
“So what are they going to do to you?” the black lab inquired.
“Looks like Prozac for me too,” the dejected yellow lab said.
The yellow lab then turned to the black lab and asked, “Well, why are you at the vet’s office then?”
“I’m a humper,” the black lab said. “I’ll hump anything. I’ll hump the cat, a pillow, the table, fire hydrants, whatever. I want to hump everything I see.
Yesterday, my owner had just got out of the shower and was bending down to dry her toes and I just couldn’t help myself. I hopped on her back and started humping away.”
The yellow and brown labs exchanged a sad glance and said, “So, Prozac for you too, huh?”
“No,” said the black lab, “I’m here to get my nails clipped.”

The Best Ears

A teenage boy was delivering papers to an apartment house. While there, a stunning young woman came out of the apartment next to the mailboxes wearing only a robe. The boy smiled at the young woman and she started up a conversation with him. As they talked, her robe slipped open, and it was obvious that she had nothing else on. The poor kid broke into a sweat trying to maintain eye contact.
After a few minutes of flirting, she placed her hand on his arm and said, “Let’s go to my apartment, I hear someone coming.”
He followed her into her apartment; she closed the door and leaned against it, allowing her robe to fall off completely. Now nude, she purred at him, “What would you say is my best feature?”
Flustered and embarrassed, he finally squeaked, “It has to be your ears.”
Astounded, and a little hurt she asked, “My ears? Look at these breasts; they are a full 38 inches and 100 percent natural. I work out every day and my ass is firm and solid. I have a 28 inch waist. Look at my skin, not a blemish anywhere. How can you think that the best part of my body is my ears?”
Clearing his throat, he stammered, “Outside, when you said you heard someone coming…that was me.”